Morning Coffee And Sweet Surprises (Closed to Poprockz)

[Poprockz]

The way she panted with need and told him how he made her feel made him so hot and bothered. It was so sexy to know that he was the one making her feel so good. He had been the first one to make her like anal, and now she let out those slutty little sounds when he entered her ass. It made him feel proud that he could share something so pleasurable with her, and he hoped to God that she never tired of it.

"Fuck... It feels fucking amazing for me too." He groaned back, pausing for a moment to close his eyes and compose himself once more. Damien then started to rock his hips, moving slowly in and out of her ass for a few moments. Though it didn't take him long to start picking up the pace. His hands on her hips held her tightly, yearning to be slamming his cock between those cheeks of hers.

The man thrusted moderately fast, wondering if it was a bad move to start off so strong. He trusted her to tell him if he was hurting her ass though, so he wasn't going to stop until she told him to do so, or until he left her ass a creamy souvenir. It was mesmerizing watching his large cock push so far into her before coming almost all the way out again. He wasn't a small man, and he knew that the head of his cock was burrowed very deeply into her ass.

 

[Drobabes]

Cora continued to hang onto that pillow as he picked his pace up, burying her face in it when she thought she might be getting too loud. She didn't know he was worried about hurting her otherwise she may have begged him to go faster. Her body was in absolute heaven, her own juices so thick that she could feel it wetting her thighs and the bedspread beneath her. It didn't irritate her at all or make her stomach cramp and ache like some of the times she had been taken before, a result of her comfort being the last thing on the man's mind, if even at all.

She clenched her eyes for a moment, not wanting to think of that right now and being grateful that the lights had shut off, hopefully stopping Damien from seeing that look that briefly set upon her face. Although, the moonlight shining through the window was illuminating everything pretty brightly now, so just encase, she reached around behind her bouncing cheeks and dipped her fingers into her sopping cunt as a distraction. Once she had a good amount of that natural lubricant, she smeared it near the ring of her ass and was absolutely delighted when she felt him slip inside of her more easily.

She brought her arm back up to the pillow then, suddenly feeling that twisting in her loins that signalled her orgasm was coming. Her hips came up to meet his deep thrust, and she groaned, loud and long into the pillow as her body shook and quivered beneath him, sending that electric wave all through her core and making her pussy clench and quiver.

"Fuck!" she moaned as it let up a bit; not out of frustration but just sheer pleasurable lust.

 

[Poprockz]

She was so beautiful, shaking and moaning as she came from being fucked in the back. He could do this all fucking day and still want more from her. When she came, he could feel her ass spasming around his girth as well and it made him pant harder. God it felt good to him when her body seemed like it was losing control.

Damien wanted her mouth, wanted to ravish her with his lips. For that reason, he slowed a bit and bent over, pulling her back into a kneeling position and continuing to thrust into her. One arm went around her torso to hold her against his body while the other stayed on her hip to aid his own hips' thrust. His body was sweating a bit from the orgasms and effort of making hot love to his hazel-eyed tough girl.

"Give me your lips. I want to taste you..." He panted breathlessly, kissing her neck as though he couldn't bear to have his mouth idle as he waited for her to comply. His passion ran away with him a bit and he found himself sucking hard on her neck, a big purple hickie being left next to the other he left earlier. He grinned at the thought of people seeing it and knowing that she was his.

 

[Drobabes]

His arms holding her made the last jolts of pleasure coursing through her intensify, and even though she had just came, it built her right back up, as if she hadn't quite jumped off the edge but was still teetering.

His breath against her ear made her shiver and whine, and she tried to shift her face to do as he asked. It seemed she wasn't quick enough, however, as that same hot breath came to the skin of her neck, and then he was sucking hard and making her get herself up onto her knees so that she could push herself back against him as little mewls and moans spewed from her swollen lips. Her nails dragged across the blanket, and when at last she felt his tongue caress hers, she thought she might just die from pleasure. If he kept working her up like this, she thought he might just have her squirting once again before the night was through.

 

[Poprockz]

"Mm..." He moaned into her mouth, loving the slick embrace of her nimble tongue. His lips claimed hers with passion, without a care for what had happened or what would happen in the future. For now, all there was for him was the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, and his cock ramming her tight backdoor.

All of it filled him with energy and lust, and he found himself moving his hands to the back of her thighs right above her knees so that he could pick her up and splay her legs wide. She was now forced to lean back up against his chest as his hips bucked, his strong arms holding her up as though he was showing her off for a silent audience. The position would be a perfect one if they had invited another man into the bedroom. As it was, he liked the position, wondering if the feeling of being so open and exposed would turn her on.

In the meantime, his hips thrusted hard each time he would lower her down. He would use the momentum of lifting her up and letting her fall to milk his cock in her ass. At the same time, his hips were becoming less and less restrained his his thrusting, the man's body hungry to hear more of those sounds she made. Her moans, whimpers, and whines were like gasoline on the fire that was lit in his loins, and he felt like she was going to burn him to a crisp.

The harder he bounced her, the less easy it was to continue kissing her and eventually he broke it off to groan and lick the back of her neck. "Cora... I'm so fucking happy you're mine."

 

[Drobabes]

Cora suddenly found herself exposed to the cool night air, her ass being lifted and impaled on his cock with each hard thrust. She felt a bit vulnerable, being splayed open like this-her pussy on full display if someone were to walk into the room and see them.

A sudden intense blush came to her cheeks at the thought of it, of someone besides Damien seeing her so openly exposed and fucked, although a tiny part of herself kind of liked the idea. It was the same part that enjoyed the attention when she sang, and the hungry gazes she sometimes received from both men and women when she decided to doll herself up.

His thrusts becoming more erratic and faster had her quivering once more, and all she can do is put her own hands on his hips and hold onto him as he fucked her like no one ever had before. Already she could feel her body beginning to coil tightly once again, his own panting and groans of pleasure driving her wild while his lips claimed hers. When he suddenly broke it off, she found herself needing the air just as badly, and she breathed raggedly as she leaned back against his chest.

"Cora... I'm so fucking happy you're mine."

"M-me too...of fuck, yours, I'm only yours Damien. This ass will never belong to anyone else..."

Where did those lewd words come from? How did he have such a power over her that she could act so slutty for him? She didn't know, and she didn't care. Nor did she care as she suddenly began to scream out his name as her second orgasm rocked through her hard and made her uncontrollably spray a small stream of her juices across the pillow that she had been clutching, not seconds ago.

 

[Poprockz]

"I'm only yours Damien. This ass will never belong to anyone else..."

Damien groaned loudly at those words, a shiver going down his spine. There was nothing sexier that she could have said in that moment. His orgasm was fast approaching, her body simply too erotic for him to resist for too long. Her breasts were bouncing, her legs moving in slight circles as he lifted and thrusted. He was so fucking glad his eyes were open when she started screaming his name, as he got the pleasure of watching her pussy squirt for him. That stream of orgasmic juices was like a gold metal in sex and he couldn't help but feel like he was fulfilling his role as a good lover. There was nothing he wanted in that world more than to have her as his, and to make sure that she was having her needs met.

His hips started to absolutely slam her ass, going hard in that final stretch of immeasurable pleasure, his balls slapping against her pussy.

"Cora! So good! Fuck!" He growled as he let her be impaled one last time, and his cock throbbed inside her. The man had warmed up enough that he felt a large orgasm building, almost as though his body recognized that this was the last one he might have for the night. His dick erupted with his bubbling cum, every spurt of it going deep into her ass.

He shuddered, panting raggedly as he simply held himself inside. The man could feel gravity pulling his cum down around his shaft and it felt so goddamn good. Damien rested his forehead against her shoulder.

Suddenly he chuckled, "Sabastian's not going to be able to come up to the second floor without getting dizzy from what we've left behind..."

 

[Drobabes]

Her ass was going to be black and blue tomorrow, but as he took that final plunge, letting loose with a growl of pleasure as he held himself inside her, she felt like she would have willingly traded a week or more of not being able to sit down. Her fingers dig into her hips, loving the way he held her down against him. She didn't think she would ever get tired of that, and being held with such intense need.

As they both panted and caught their breaths, Cora closed her eyes and hummed pleasently. His forehead against her shoulder felt so satisfying. At least that was, until she heard what he had to say.

Her eyes shoot open and one of her hands comes up to cover her mouth as she sucks in a little gasp, her eyes roaming over the ruined bed in the ghostly moonlight. Then, all at once, she started laughing.

Her other hand came up and waved around the air a bit.

"Well now I'm just imagining him getting so dizzy he passes out and starts rolling" her hand made a little circle gesture in the air, as it slowly descended down towards the bed.

"down the stairs."

Her giggling increased and she let her hand drop to her side where she held it.

 

[Poprockz]

He laughed at her reaction, especially when her finger made those little circles. For some reason, he could perfectly imagine such a comical scene like that. "You know he's so sturdy that he'd barely have a bruise, but he'd end up at the bottom with that wrinkled look on his face." Damien did his best impression of the wrinkle-nosed face Sabastian made.

The man grinned and then nipped her ear. His hands slowly lifted her off his cock, letting her move forward onto her hands and her knees. His eyes drank in the sight of her gaping ass, a little of his cum dripping out and he felt wholly satisfied. Damien smirked and got up from the bed, scooping her into his arms once more before opening the door. This time, he poked his head out and looked both ways before running up to the attic, closing their door behind him.

He deposited Cora gently onto the bed before laying down next to her and snuggling up to her back and sighing. "You're fucking amazing, you know that? I wouldn't want you any other way." Damien closed his eyes and kissed her neck, laying his head against his pillow.

 

[Drobabes]

Her laugh became louder as she watched him wrinkle his nose, almost getting the impression spot on. Sighing in satisfaction as he moved her, she simply stayed there for a few seconds on the bed, feeling the lingering buzz of such a satisfying night. Then she was back in his arms again, and god did that feel so right.

"Oh, Damien shouldn't we grab those blankets..."

She was thinking that the least she could do was take the soaked bedding to their own room, but on second thought, she just laughed and said "never mind. He'll probably smell it ten feet before he even gets to the door."

When he deposited her on the bed, she snuggled against him and wrapped her legs back against his. A contented little sigh left her, and she started to close her eyes.

"You're fucking amazing, you know that? I wouldn't want you any other way."

She held her breath for a second as she let her eyes open again, and for a few seconds she just stared at the shadows in the room. Suddenly she brings his hand up to her lips and she gives him a lingering kiss against his fingers.

"I love you so much. All of you."

She closed her eyes after that, the ghost of a smile still on her lips as she fell into a deep sleep.

 

[Poprockz]

A smile graced his own lips as she kissed his fingers, those soft lips feeling divine and so comforting. "I love you too, always." He felt his heart flutter, wondering if this what it was like to be so madly in love with someone. No, he didn't need to ask. He knew it was, and he found himself overwhelmed with his own feelings toward her. All he could do was hold her close as they both fell fast asleep.

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Now... I would be more than happy to release him as a favor to you, but... I thought that you might want to do a favor for me first."

Those fucking disgusting eyes looked at his body again, those grasping hands coming for him. Sabastian couldn't speak, his voice caught in his throat as the Father approached. Suddenly, the man had an impossible amount of arms, his hands reaching out to touch Sabastian everywhere, restraining him, groping him, fondling him, penetrating him. He shook and tried to get away but he had no strength, uselessly paralyzed as the man watches with those fucking. Disgusting. Eyes.

Sabastian wakes up, sweaty and breathing a bit hard, the handsome man sleeping beside him. He hadn't woken him up, and he didn't necessarily plan to. His face was enough to slow his breathing and help him calm down a bit. Now that he was up, he wasn't sure how he was going to get back to sleep. While he wasn't as freaked out, he was still anxious about sleeping, and he knew that the fear of the nightmares might keep him up even with Vin there since he had adrenaline in his veins.

He sighed and got up slowly, careful not to wake Vin. The vodka! Sabastian crouched next to his bag and took out the bottle, thinking to himself that maybe he should get a shot-glass or something. That way he would be able to drink it without as much of a burn. Holding the glass, he grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around his shoulders, climbing up the basement staircase and going into the kitchen. His purple eye helped him see very clearly, especially with the moonlight about.

 

[Drobabes]

Her eyes were staring around the room, her brain not having quite caught up with what she was seeing just yet. When it finally started to make sense to her, she realized she was sitting up in bed and she was sweating a little. Had that woken her up? Being too hot? No, her breathing was too hard.

Suddenly tears stung her eyes as she remembered what she had been dreaming about. It had been a terrible mixture of that disgusting preacher and her childhood tormenter, somehow merged into one being as they held her hands behind her back and painfully took her ass, whispering in her ear that if she made a sound, they would slit Damien's throat. The dream had only been made more real by feeling of his warm body beside her, sleeping peacefully, blissfully unaware of what was happening to her as she tried to stay quiet.

She took a moment to breathe deeply as her body shook a little, then very carefully she crawled out of bed and slipped her shoes on. She couldn't see if her struggling in her sleep had woken Damien up or not, so just encase she had, she whispered quietly to him.

"I'm going to get some water, I'll be back."

After that, she grabbed her sweatshirt and the extra pair of pants she had brought in with her from the car, slipping them on before making her way down the stairs. She still had tears in her eyes, and she was wiping them away with the sleeve of her sweater when she looked up and saw an almost glowing, purple eye.

Her whole body froze, her hand still against her eye and her foot hovering slightly above the ground.

 

[Poprockz]

Damien had indeed been woken up when she started tossing, feeling her soon start to calm down. He lifted his head as she got up and murmured, "okay. Wake me up if you need me, okay?" With that, he allowed himself to fall asleep again, trusting her to seek comfort if she needed it.

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The cap of the vodka bottle was set on the counter as he poured some into the shot glass in front of himself. What was that smell? He leaned forward and smelled the bottle, only smelling alcohol. Sabastian looked around and his eyes met Cora's, his nose picking up the smell of cum and juices. He tried not to make a face, but his nose wrinkled just a bit before he spoke, "... Cora? What are you doing up?"

His eyes glanced at the vodka bottle on the counter and his cheeks went a bit pink, "I uh... well I found it in the car, and I was having trouble sleeping, so I figured it would be okay to have some. I wasn't planning on drinking the whole bottle." He shifted a bit, wondering if Cora would scold him and take the bottle of booze from him. He wouldn't blame her after how drunk he had been shaping up to be even without the concert smells.

 

[Drobabes]

"Cora? What are you doing up?"

She let out a heavy breath, and her whole body relaxed.

"Holy shit Sabastian, you scared the shit out of me. Do you know your eye is iridescent?"

She finished wiping her eyes, then walked over to the large kitchen windows. The moonlight made it easy enough to see, so she found the latch quickly and started to use the little crank to open the windows wide.

"Sorry, I know I stink. I wasn't expecting you to be awake yet."

Normally she would have been deeply embarrassed, possibly even running back up the stairs to hide her blush, but at the moment her brain was still foggy and the fear was kicking adrenaline through her veins. She stood there for a second, feeling which way the wind was blowing, and then she went and took a seat downwind of Sabastian.

For a moment she just sat there, putting her face in her cloth covered hands and seemingly ignoring what he had said about not drinking the whole bottle. When at last she was able to bring it back up and face him, she rested her chin on her hands and her eyes travelled to the vodka.

"Can I have a shot of that?"

 

[Poprockz]

Sabastian blinked in surprise, "no, I didn't actually. That's kinda cool I suppose. I'll have to keep it in mind if I'm ever trying to hide in the dark though."

He watched her open the windows and felt a bit bad, not having wanted her to feel like she had to smell decent to sit with him. However, he had to admit that it felt more comfortable once the windows were open. The smell had been a bit strong, as though there had been a lot of fluids, so he could only imagine the things the two of them were doing... Things that he really wanted to do with Vin.

Cora having made no comment about the vodka, nor any move to take it, Sabastian took the bottle and shot glass, taking a shot and swallowing. It burned a bit, but it was the good kind of burn. He sat on the floor opposite her, pouring himself another shot before he looked up at her words. Maybe she was having a tough night too.

He nodded and one of his tentacles extended to one of the cabinets, opening it and grabbing a shot glass for her before depositing it in his human hand and withdrawing his appendage. The blonde poured her a shot and held it out so she could take it. "Rough night? Nightmares for you too?"

 

[Drobabes]

For just a split second she had stiffened at the sight of that appendage coming out, but she really only felt that slight fear because it brought back the memory of Daphne's chest getting impaled. It hadn't been that long ago, and she could almost still feel the warmth of the blood as it had pooled on her lap.

She shook her head hard, rubbing her face and then sighing a little as he handed her the shot. She knocked it back and then sat the glass down.

"Yea..."

She hugged herself, her sweater sleeves covering her hands and making her feel somewhat comforted as she stared down at the floor.

"I was dreaming that I was being used on the bed, and if I made any noise he would kill Damien... It didn't help that he was actually laying next to me. Made it feel real."

Her eyes went back to the vodka. She usually didn't have more than one shot, but right now that bottle was looking real good. Picking her glass back up, she held it out and gave him a shy little smile, asking for another.

 

[Poprockz]

When she spoke about her nightmare, he shook his head. "Fuck. That sounds fucking awful. I hate the ones that feel real and make you confused for a solid minute when you wake up. At least the one I had was only dream-centered. I dreamed that the father had a fuckton of hands and he was touching me all over, but the worst part of it was the way he looked at me with those fucking eyes and how I couldn't fight or even whisper."

Sabastian smiled weakly and filled up her glass, setting the bottle down and picking up his own shot. He toasted her and then knocked his shot back. While the booze would help, he felt a bit more grateful to have Cora to keep him company, even if it was a ten-minute midnight booze meeting.

He was quiet for a minute, letting the comfortable silence settle before speaking again, "it's shitty how horrible people know how to twist good people and use their values to chain them up and make them helpless..." Sabastian knew it wasn't a good idea, but maybe this would be his last shot. He poured himself another and simply held it, looking down at the clear liquid.

 

[Drobabes]

She hadn't put her shot back just yet, staring down at in in the soft glow. Back before she left her apartment, when she would get up for her midnight shots, sometimes she would sit there nursing that one drink for over an hour as she just listened to the sounds of the night. It was comforting in a way, that silence. Sometimes she even wondered if that's the type of peace she would feel once she was dead.

"twist good people and use their values to chain them up and make them helpless..."

She took a small sip, letting it burn, then she drank the rest in a few gulps. Cora had always been able to get that first shot down easily enough, but after she had the taste on her tongue, it was always a little harder to get another down as smoothly.

"Values are a weakness...but it makes us human. That's gotta be worth something..."

She slid her glass forward on the ground playfully, smiling as it hit his knee gently.

"Hit me again Captain Jack."

Perhaps she shouldn't be drinking so quickly... Oh well.

 

[Poprockz]

He agreed that it was totally a weakness, an often exploited one. What was humanity anyway? Was it the ability to make mistakes, have regrets, and work toward something better? Or was it in the simple way one looked at someone they loved, willing to sacrifice everything for them? Sabastian didn't like that he was getting all philosophical in the middle of the night on a kitchen floor while drinking straight vodka, so he grinned slightly when she slid her shot glass over and asked for another.

"You got it, matey. Better not get used to that. If you tell anyone that I acknowledged my status as pirate captain, I'll deny it every time." He snickered and took his third shot, shuddering and setting his glass down. He kind of wanted another, but he really hadn't given the booze to hit him just yet. He could feel the heat growing in his cheeks and the way it made his stomach warm, but his body was still trying to figure out why the fuck he had three shots of vodka on an empty stomach in the middle of the night.

"So... Vin knows. About me, I mean. He told me that after shit in the prison, he knew what I was. Surprisingly, he wasn't freaked out. He actually offered to train me or some shit like that so I feel more comfortable being... well, me." Sabastian made a little smile, playing with his shot glass on the floor by sliding it slightly back and forth.

 

[Drobabes]

Cora sat her new shot by her, not drinking it just yet,as she raised her hand and gave him a little salute.

"Aye aye cap-tain!" she said, imitating the SpongeBob theme, then she giggled. Yea, definitely time to slow down and let those first two settle into her stomach.

She brought her knees up to her chest so she could hug them to her chest and rest her chin on her knees.

"So... Vin knows. About me, I mean."

Her eyes widened, and, if she hadn't been resting her chin on her knees, her jaw would have dropped. She stared at him for a full two seconds before suddenly letting out a high pitched little squeal as her feet tapped against the ground excitedly. Then seemingly realizing what she has just done, she lets her legs drop down a bit and her hands cover her mouth in embarrassment.

"Sorry, sorry, but eeh! Sabastian!"

Her hand came forward to squeeze his knee and her grin was ear to ear.

 

[Poprockz]

Sabastian had been so focused on what she was going to say that he jumped when she let out her little squeal. He then blushed and looked a mixture between embarrassed and pleased. “It’s okay, just try to keep it down. This is the midnight booze club and they’re not invited yet.”

He would have told her about the other stuff that happened- the kissing, touching, jerking off, and the fact that Vin was sleeping with him, but he felt like that was a bit too private to talk about at this point. After all, he wasn’t really sure what he and Vin were. Were they a couple? Friends with benefits? They hadn’t actually talked about it, just let their passion bubble up and take over. Although, Sabastian knew he wanted to be exclusive, and he hoped that Vin did too.

Sabastian kind of got the feeling that Vin wasn’t into labels though. If asked, Vin would probably say something like, “well, let’s just see where it goes.” Not that Sabastian had any problem with it, but it made it difficult to pin down or talk about. He supposed even if he could call Vin his boyfriend, he might be a bit shy in doing so.

In any case, all he needed to know was that Vin made his heart beat faster, his breath quicken, and his cock to grow. Speaking of which, he could feel his body starting to take to the alcohol, becoming a bit hot and slightly bothered. He found himself wondering what Vin’s cock would taste like.

“Yeah, he was a lot cooler about it than I thought he would be. I’m... really happy he isn’t disgusted or afraid of me.” Sabastian said softly, a very wholesome smile on his face.

 

[Drobabes]

Cora laughed lightly and shook her head in agreement.

"Yes, this is a very top secret club, and only the best can get in."

She brought her knees back up to her chest then, letting the booze settle into her stomach as she watched Sabastian for a moment. It was as easy for her to see in the dark, but from what she could see, he seemed really happy. It made her heart feel warm, to know that her friend had found someone that liked him enough to accept him for who he was.

"Yeah, he was a lot cooler about it than I thought he would be. I’m... really happy he isn’t disgusted or afraid of me."

Her smile became just a little sad at that. She knew he had been struggling with what he had become, as he had basically wanted them to kill him when they first found him in Margaret's room, but she had hoped with time and freedom that feeling might fade. However, she also remembered the way she had felt not a few hours ago when Damien had told her he wouldn't want her any different than the way she was. If she still had those little moments of disgust with herself, after nearly twenty years, how much harder was it for Sabastian? How much harder was he struggling?

"That's because he's a good person, and no one should be disgusted by you. Afraid of you," she teazed, her sad smile turning up into a playful grin.

"But not disgusted."

She reached over then and picked up her shot, stared at it, then thought better of it and sat it down. She didn't want to wake Damien up with the sound of her puking in the bathroom.

"Hey... Sabastian... I've been wanting to talk to you about something. Damien's trying to get to his safehouse that he has up north, and I thought once we get there, I would like to try and find a good library to study medicine, if I can. But...I also wanted to study the infected. I'm sure someone is out there already doing it, but that doesn't mean we can't do research too, and I wanted to help. Maybe if we find some things out about you, you'll be able to feel better about it, you know?"

Well now she was babbling a little, the vodka starting to hit her empty stomach fast and hard. But she really did want to help him, and if just running some basic experiments could tell him anything, even a little bit about what was going on with his body now, then she thought that might be worth it. That, and, not everyone who wanted to do research might do it in an ethical way.

 

[Poprockz]

"That's because he's a good person, and no one should be disgusted by you. Afraid of you... But not disgusted."

Sabastian rolled his eyes and grinned, "yeah yeah. Run that by me again when you've touched one of my tentacles. I think you've only even seen one of them twice now, once when I glued your bite, and the other just now."

Honestly, he had expected Vin to be disgusted. It didn't really matter that he was a good person; if someone saw a man like Sabastian produce those weird tentacles, a lot of people would turn white and faint or maybe vomit. Some probably couldn't bear to look at them or feel sick to their stomach. They were unnatural and weird. While they were generally dry, the tentacles could make themselves become slimy, one even producing the lubricant in a large quantity for practical use. To the touch, they were very soft like the feeling of a dolphin's skin, or a very soft sex toy. They looked like weird fleshy vines that varied depending on who they belonged to. For example, Roberts were a deep pink, while Sabastian's were a dark purple.

He wouldn't have blamed the man if he asked Sabastian tomorrow to keep his appendages tucked away when he was around- it was part of the reason why he had asked Vin not to look when he was getting the tissues. They were just alien and weird, and it was natural for people to be disgusted or freaked out by things they couldn't make sense of or were dangerous at the same time. He wasn't going to argue with Cora though- he was just glad that they all seemed to have every intention of keeping him around. He wasn't sure what he would do otherwise.

The little blonde listened to her and the more she spoke, the more touched he felt. When she was done, he felt really grateful to have her as a friend. She was so nice, thinking about him and wanting to help him in one way or another. With everything being so unsure about himself, he would be happy to find out anything about his new body's physiology. He could kind of see why Damien was so taken with her, the woman being a super thoughtful chick.

He stared for a moment at her before crawling forward and giving her a hug. "Thanks," he mumbled, "holding her very lightly as though he was afraid he might break her, "I'd like that."

 

[Drobabes]

She was a little surprised by the sudden hug, but she returned it with affection. If she was being honest with herself, Sabastian was one of the few people who she felt a true friendship with. She had put on a type of mask of normalcy for so many years that it was difficult to let people in, even when she could sympathise and get along well enough with most people she met.

"It's no problem" she said softly.

"You're my friend and I want you to be feel confident in yourself."

When he let her go, she sat back a bit and then gave him a bit of a funny look.

"Ok, bring it out. I want to see one. You said I've only seen them twice, so let's take another look."

Her hand reaches down for her shot and she takes another small sip, wrinkling her nose as it somehow seems to burn worse than the last two.

"This be the Midnight Club, and I do decree that our first order of business should be going to battle! With..."

She paused, taking another small sip.

"...our insecurities! And whatever happens in the club stays in the club!"

Her lips turned up then and she lets out a little laugh. Not only had she just drank a little too quickly, but Damiens silliness had begun to rub off on her.

 

[Poprockz]

He had been smiling warmly from those beautifully warm words of hers, but Sabastian stared in shock at her a moment later, not quite processing the fact that she wanted to actually see it again. Before he knew it, he had poured himself another shot and had knocked it back. Damn, this was the fourth one; he thought to himself that he shouldn't tell Vin how many shots he had or the big man might scold him. He had to admit that even though he trusted Cora and knew she would still have respect for him if she got freaked out, it was still a bit nerve-wracking for him to bring it closer for her to actually look at.

However, seeing Cora drunk and feeling his own alcohol kicking in, his shyness started to ebb. "Ah, fuck it. Sure. Why not? Don't scream though, or Damien might rub his knuckle in my hair again and that shit hurts." He laughed, leaning against the bottom cupboards.

Very hesitantly, two of them came out from either side of him, slowly moving toward Cora and stopping in between them. He made them intertwine, then he separated them. They wiggled to the right then the left, then up, down, and in opposite directions. It was as though Sabastian was just wiggling them and making them dance for the fuck of it.

Concentrating just a bit, he made them form a triangle, square, heart, and star. He looked a bit proud of himself. "That's the first time I've brought out two of them and tried to do things with them. I've only actually used the one like... three times."